84: Skies

84: Skies

The skies are crying with sorrow,
Their tears soak my head.
I hope they stop on the morrow,
While I lay quietly in bed.

The skies are dancing with wind,
I watch on in silence,
As the skies turn into a mauve tinged.
My gaze extends into the distance.

The skies are so beautiful today,
I wonder what nature will bring,
What things she’ll bring me to play
So that I might dance around in a ring.


~ Serendipitous

P.S. I tried really hard with the rhyme thing. Rhyme is not my forte.

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